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[The picture presented to the network might be jarring to anyone who knows Grantaire, who would rather drink and keep himself occupied rather than tidy, whether it be with reading or with simply being lost in thought. No, the room around him is orderly, at least more than it usually is, with papers neatly piled and bottles all in one corner, and clothes in one place, all recently washed. Grantaire himself is sitting with his feet up on the table (his pink, scrubbed clean feet), in his newly cleaned dressing gown, positively glowing. Literally, much more than metaphorically, because he has never been this clean in his life. Emotionally, he looks rather like a wet, grumpy cat, with his hair towel-dried and even his teeth brushed.

Well, at least he has his friend the bottle of wine at his disposal, and he's already spilled a drop on his dressing gown.]

Let the entirety of La Tortue know that Bryn Zethir is a horrid woman who will make you tidy up if you let her play at Saint George. It's a shame she's great company otherwise.

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[He just shrugs.] She's alright, for a horrid witch.

[By now Bryn's caught on that Grantaire is on the network talking about her. So when she catches that comment while heading by in the opposite direction of when she had during his conversation with Jehan, she smacks the back of his head.

She expects she doesn't need to accompany that gesture with a comment as to why she did it.]

Ow. The hell, woman. What did I say, Docteur? Horrid.

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